What can I hold in my life?
It was a thunder-storming night.
The rain was freezing cold like thousands of needles,
shooting through my chest.
To love and been loved was so hard that I could not bear the burden it brought anymore.
My chest was drenched,
cause the windows of my soul had been broken by tide of despondency.
When tears came, the heart was torn into pieces.
Will those pieces get together and become a new map of life?
Nothing is known after the crash of thunder, never.
What unknown in the darkness would push a person into anxiety;
also, it is the only hope that I can hold,
as thundering always comes with lightening.
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